Daily story, August 27, 2025

The beast had come down from the hill. Unusual, since it was made all of iron and brass, but not beyond the means of a bloody-minded crew of pranksters. It was in the town square now, up on its hind legs and ready to take the head off Sir William’s statue. Down away from the sky, it looked bigger, and in the play of passing headlights it seemed to breathe.